Chapter 2 - The Cold Professional
The entire restaurant seemed to hold its breath. The silence was thick, heavy, and suffocating.
Emily didn't gasp. She didn't drop her serving tray. She had spent the last eight months scrubbing floors, carrying heavy trays, and working grueling double shifts just to survive after Grant had frozen all her bank accounts during their brutal divorce. She was exhausted, her lower back screaming in pain, but she absolutely refused to let him see her break.
Emily completely avoided making eye contact with her ex-husband. She tightened her grip on the edge of her silver serving tray, her knuckles turning white as she desperately masked her heartbreak.
She looked directly at the center of the white tablecloth, entirely ignoring Vanessa's loud, humiliating question.
"May I start you with something to drink?" Emily asked, her voice locked in a perfect, cold, neutral tone.
She sounded exactly like a stranger. Like the five years they had spent married had completely vanished into the freezing Manhattan night.
Grant didn't look at his new girlfriend. He didn't look at the shattered champagne glass on the floor. He stared up at Emily in absolute, unadulterated shock. The powerful, intimidating demeanor of the mafia boss completely crumbled into dust.
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"Emily..." Grant whispered, his voice trembling, barely audible over the soft jazz playing in the background. "You're pregnant?"
👉 Why didn't Grant know his own wife was pregnant when he divorced her nine months ago?
